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"Salus populi supremci lex esto 



DIRECTORS AND COMMITTEES 

PAGEANT COMMITTEE AND WRITERS OF THE 
BOOK — M. M. Brashear (Third and Fourth Episodes) ; Thad- 
deus R. Brenton (First Episode) ; Vivian H. Bresnehen 
(Masque) ; Paul M. Fulcher (Second Episode) ; Ida A. 
Jewett (Fifth Episode) ; Myrta Ethel McGinnis (Prologue) ; 
Marion E.Ryan (Second Episode) ; Ralph G. Taylor (Masque). 

EDITORS OF THE BOOK Paul M. Fulcher, 

Marion E. Ryan. 

BUSINESS MANAGER Ralph G. Taylor 

DRAMATIC DIRECTOR Thaddeus R. BrentOD 

STAGE MANAGER Jesse E. Wrench. 

ASSISTANT STAGE MANAGER Patrick Bain 

DIRECTOR OF DANCES Helen D. Gath 

DIRECTORS OF MUSIC Floy Ebert, Hermann Alrastedt 

COSTUME DESIGNER Dorothy Arnold 

MISTRESS OF THE WARDROBE Zoe E. Smith 

DIRECTOR OF LIGHTING Edwin M. Kerr 

TAPESTRY PICTURES . C. R. Gentry, Caroline Pickard. 
ASSISTANT COSTUMERS .... Lura Lewis (Prologue), 
Wilhelmina Herwig (First Episode), Zoe E. Smith and Mem- 
bers of the D. A. R., supervised by Mrs. King (Second Epi- 
sode), Beulah Leopard (Third and Fourth Episode), Mary J. 
Barnett (Fifth Episode), Mary Louise Brown (Masque). 

ORCHESTRA Floy Ebert, first violin; Dorothy Leeper, 
second violin; J. W. Ridings, piano; Glenwood Spurling. 
'cello ; F. R. Antodne, coronet ; J. E. Witt, clarionet ; 
L. P. Blattner, drum; Margaret Baxter, harp. 



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PREFACE 

Missouri, A Pageant and Masque, commemorates 
the centennial of Missouri's statehood by presenting in 
dramatic form a series of symbolic and realistic scenes repre- 
sentative of the working out of the State motto, "Let the safety 
of the people be the supreme law." 

The Parchment Guild, composed of M. M. Brashear, 

Thaddeus B. Brenton, Vivian H. Bresnehen, Paul M. Fulcher, 

Ida A. Jewett, Myrta Ethel McGinnis, Marion E. Ryan, and 

Ralph G. Taylor, is responsible for the writing of the book 

and the production of the Pageant. 

The Pageant has been made possible by the co-operation 
and generosity of the Missouri State Historical Society and 
the Columbia Commercial Club. 

"We have attempted to emphasize accuracy of spirit rather 
than of detail, and we wish to acknowledge our indebtedness 
in this regard to Mr. Floyd C. Shoemaker, but to exonerate 
him from all responsibility for mistakes we must have made. 

The whole community has been of so much assistance that 
it is impossible to mention all names. "We thank particularly 
other members of the English department and the history 
department for valuable criticism; the art department; the 
home economics department; the School of Education for the 
use of the costume material originally in its possession ; Miss 
Ebert and the orchestra under her direction; Dr. Almstedt for 
the music and Miss Miriam Thurman for the words of the 
"Song of the Missouri Waters." Acknowledgment to persons 
or groups making up the cast is made elsewhere. 

To gain continuity of effect and to avoid delay in shifting 
scenery, the scenes take place in a purely conventional setting. 
Between the episodes there becomes visible in the background 
the Tapestry of the Years, into which Time is weaving the des- 
tinies of the State. 

THE PARCHMENT GUILD. 

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PROLOGUE 

Bugles sound. 

The curtain rises. At the back of the half-lighted stage 
hangs the dim tapestry of the years. At one side stands Time; 
at the other side is the Spirit of the Missouri River. 

The Spirit of the Missouri River speaks. 

The Spirit of the Missouri River 

What means this darkened tapestry 
On which thou gazest? What art thou? 

Time. 

I am the Weaver of the Ages; 

This is my tapestry of years. 

I weave the destinies of human kind into its fabric. 

Not often is it granted men to see the pattern that I weave, 

And even then but dimly. 

But who art thou, bold Spirit, thus to question met 

The Spirit of the Missouri River. 

I am the Spirit of the broad Missouri. 

My waters flow by hill and valley through a virgin land 

Rich in the wealth of nature. Forests fringe my banks. 

The red man hunts within the forest shades, 

Or floats upon my flood in his canoe. 

The changing seasons clothe my banks with tender green 
of spring, 

Rich foliage of summer, autumn's wealth of hue 

Winter's dark somberness and snowy purity. 

From out the hills flow other streams to me; 

1 send my waters ever on their way 
To join the Mississippi, Father of Waters. 
Strange tales he whispers me of legends told by eastern 
streams, 

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Of men, too, fair and tall — ivhite gods they seem — 
Who come o'er mightier waters in winged ships like great 

white birds 
To seek for treasures of the sea and land. 
Tell me, time, shall I behold these pale-faced strangers? 

Time. 

As yet, River of the Cloudy Waters, 

Spirits of wood and hill and stream frolic upon thy banks 

Untroubled by the red man, Nature's child. 

But yet a little while and I can see 

The coming of the stranger to thy stream. 

Sometimes he dreams of gold, and finds it not; 

Sometimes he comes in somber robe, bringing the Cross; 

Sometimes he bears away rich furs and ore of lead. 

And though he merely halts, but tarries not, 

Still with his passing I shall weave, dimly as yet, 

Into my darkened tapestry of years 

The Spirit of the mighty state that it to come. 

I see the coming presently of those 

Who seek not gold, or other treasures they may bear away; 
They come to build them homes, to found a commonivealtk; 
Still others join them, makers of the future state. 
Two flags I see that come and pass away ; 
A new tri-color follows ivith its stars and stripes, 
The standard of a young democracy. 
Farmsteads and villages and cities I behold, 
Broad fields and busy factories and shops, 
Churches and schools erected everywhere. 
Then shall I weave into my fabric's plan 
The figure of a state but newly crowned, 
Whose watchword is the welfare of her own. 
Even when I see the coming of a war 
In which Missouri's sons shall bear them well, 
Followed by a more dreadful, civil strife — 
Hunting of brother by brother, bitterness — 
Still shall I weave my pattern, for I know 
That though the people's safety is endangered for a time, 
Yet it must be the final shaping force 

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Of the great commonweal Hi. 
Beyond the ending of the civil strife 
I see prosperity and health and happiness. 
But when a final test of blood and fire, 
Greater than any other test, shall come, 
Missouri will send forth her sons to iiphold 
The welfare of all peoples. 

Ceaselessly do I weave my tapestry of years. 

The time has not yet come when men may see the fabric 

that I weave. 
Perhaps the pattern may not ever be revealed save in rare 

glimpses; 
Yet men may know that ever fuller, richer grows the plan. 
I weave the destinies of a mighty state 
Whose people's welfare is her law supreme. 

Time ceases speaking. Spirits of the woods, the 
rivers, and the hills come out and dance together. Indian 
children enter and pause to watch with wide eyes the dance 
of the spirits. The children pass on. 

Presently the spirits of nature draw back and conceal 
themselves. A spirit of gold enters, dancing alluringly, 
and beckoning to a band of Spaniards. As the Spaniards 
enter, and eagerly approach the dancing figure, she dis- 
appears with a mocking laugh. The Spaniards cross the 
stage wearily and go out. The spirits of nature steal out 
and peer after them; then the dance is resumed. 

Again the spirits draw back and conceal themselves. 
French priests and monks enter and pass slowly across the 
stage. Behind them come hunters, trappers, and fur trad- 
ers. Lead miners follow. As these groups are crossing 
the stage, a faint light reveals the Spirit of Missouri, as 
yet but dindy woven into the tapestry of the years. 

The groups leave the stage. The outlines of the Spirit 
on the tapestry grow fainter. The spirits of nature resume 
their dance. Presently they withdraw from, the stage. 



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EPISODE I 

The Founding of Ste. Genevieve. 
TIME. About 1735, near twilight. 
PLACE. Missouri territory. 

GROUP. Two Jesuit monks; acolytes, miners, artificers, 
hunters, black slaves from Santo Domingo, Indian youths, and 
a few women. 

SPEAKING PERSONS. 
Renault, prospector from Ft. Chartres. 
- M. Villier, commander of Ft. Chartres. 
Father Dennepin, a Jesuit priest. 
Gustavus Saint Gem, a young hunter. 
Louise De Belle Rive, a French maiden. 
The Holy Ste. Genevieve. 

There is a processional coming up from the river 
bank. A few men are singing bars of a French Voyageur 
song. The twilight is gathering. The light has a faint 
purple tinge. 

The processional comes into view : Father Dennepin. 
in the robes of the church; three acolytes bearing a pro- 
cessional cross, a censer, and a pail of holy water; tw>> 
Jesuit monks with lighted tapers; Renault, bearing a 
scroll; and M. Villier, carrying a standard of France; 
miners, artificers, black slaves, hunters, Indian youths, and 
women. The men still chant the Voyageur song. A man's 
voice breaks the chant: "Let this be the place." — And 
the processional becomes a group in a half-circle. The deep 
tones of Renaidt's voice smother the Voyageur song. 
Renault. I, Phillippe Francois Renault, prospector of 
Fort Chartres, wish to establish here upon this ground a min- 
ing-post, in the name of His Majesty, Louis XV, King of France. 
It will be the purpose of this post to mine lead ore, which shall 
be sent to Fort Chartres, and then by way of New Orleans to 
our country, France. Father Dennepin, will you bless this 
ground to the glory of God and the service of France? 

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(The men uncover their heads. An acolyte hands the 
priest the vessel of holy water; the hoy swings the censer.) 
Father Dennepin. In Nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus 

Sancti 

(He sprinkles the earth with the holy water. The 
assemblage chants: Amen.) 

M. Villier. I, Villier, commander of Fort Chartres, do 
hereby render this spot in full duty and faith to His Majesty, 
Louis XV of France. 

(He plants the staff of the standard in the earth.) 
Gustavus Saint Gem. Is this post but a branch of Fort 
Chartres? Ought we not to name it for itself? 

Renault. It is but a branch of Fort Chartres. It need 
not bear another name. Come, Father, your blessing, and we 
go . 

{The people kneel. The twilight is deepening. A3 
Father Dennepin is pronouncing the words of the blessing, 
— "BcnedicUo dei omni potentis, Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus 

Sancti descend et super vos et maneat " there comes 

from the distance the long-drawn cry of a cougar. The 
women raise their heads, terror mirrored in their faces. 
Louise de Belle Rive shrieks. She stands erect. The pent- 
up fear-passion of days can no longer be suppressed.) 
Louise De Belle Rive. 0, Mother of God, have mercy 

upon our souls we who are cast abroad without aught but 

thy protection. It is more than womankind can bear. The 
wild animals, the red men, and no grain. We shall starve — be 
eaten — murdered in our beds. Oh, Christ, have mercy upon 
us. 

(Gustavus Saint Gem supports her. The cougar cries 
again as the twilight continues to deepen. The other women 
moan. The priest mutters again the words of the benedic- 
tion, — " Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, descendet super 

vos ." It grows darker. 

A figure, in dazzling light, appears above their heads: 

SAINTE GENEVIEVE, in a myriad of altar-lights. She 

lifts her hand, and the assemblage listens.) 

SAINTE GENEVIEVE. My children— France's children 

— I am with you. Do you fear, with the Mother of Paris ? As 

I brought food to the suffering in past times, so shall I now 

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bring grain to you in the wilderness. As I drove Attila and 
his hordes to the black forest, so shall I be the strong defense 
against your enemies. Fear not; I shall watch. Your settle- 
ment shall be mine. I will guard both you and your children. 
Let this place be called Sainte Genevieve. 

{The vision slowly fades. There is a deep silence as 
the upturned faces of the people reflect the glory of the 

passing Saint. The silence is lost in an exaltation. Other 

hunters have appeared, bearing lighted, pine-knots. The 
processional passes amid cries of: "Sainte Genevieve we 
shall call it. — Vive Sainte Genevieve.") 



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EPISODE II 

The Coming of Daniel Boone, and the Louisiana Purge ase. 

SCENE I 

News of the purchase of Louisiana arrives at a colony in 
the Femme Osage Valley, of which district Boone is Syndic. 

TIME. The latter part of May, 1803. Late afternoon of a 
day on which Boone is to settle certain disputes. 

PLACE. A small colony of Kentuckians in the Femme 
Osage Valley. An open space within the stockade. 

GROUP. Children playing. Settlers, men and women — 
French, Spanish, Kentuckians. A few negro slaves. An old 
Indian, and an Indian woman and child. 

Later, other settlers and Indians enter. 

SPEAKING PERSONS. 

Nancy, a Kentucky girl. 

Jeannette, a French girl. 

Brent, a young trapper, Nancy 's brother. 

Devallois, also a trapper, Jeannette 's brother. 

Cordoba, an old Spaniard, a man of influence in the 
colony. 

Grandsire Wade, a miser. 

Mistress Barnaby, his debtor. 

Daniel Boone, at present Syndic of the district. 

Nancy (singing to a group of children who have stopped 
their play to demand it). 

There was a little ship and she sailed upon the sea, 
And she went by the name of the The Mary Golden 
Tree, 

As she sailed upon the lone and the lonesome low, 
As she sailed upon the lonesome sea. 

There was a little sailor unto the captain said, 
"Oh Captain, Oh' Captain, what will you give to me 
If I siink them in the lone and lonesome low, 
If I sink them in the lonesome sea?" 
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(She breaks off, for as she has been singing the last 
few lines, a girl's voice has gradually been growing louder 
outside, and becomes distinct a few words before she 
enters.) 
Je annette (outside ) . 

II pleut, il pleut, bergere, 
Presse tes blancs moutons; 
Allons a la chaumiere 
Bergere, vite, allons! 
J' entends sur le feuillage 
L'eau qui tombe a grand bruit. 
Void venir I'orage 
Voila V eclair qui luit! 

(She enters, and during the next stanza advances to- 
ward Nancy, and only stops singing when she is directly 
in front of her.) 

Entends-tu le tonnerret 
II roxde en approchant. 
Prends un abri, bergere, 
A ma droit e en mar chant, 
Je vois notre cabane, 
Et tiens, void venir 
Ma mere et ma soeur Anne 
Qui vont I'etable ouvrir. 
Nancy (kindly). No need to try to drown my little voice, 
Jeannette. You know I have ever thought yours the sweeter. 
Je annette (shrugs). Bah! You and your English songs! 
Nancy (rising and putting one hand on her shoulder). Be- 
cause our brothers dispute over their traps, and snarl and growl 
at each other like the wild beasts they seek to catch, is it reason 
that you and I, who have been friends since first your father 
brought you to Femme Osage, should quarrel too? Or that 
you taunt me with my English blood ? England was kind to you 
when your father fled from the bloody streets of Paris ten years 
ago, and since then has not the new land been kind to us both ? 
For Jeannette, we are no more English and French. The 
country is our country, and we are the daughters of the wilder- 
ness, you and I, and therefore sisters. 

Jeannette. Yet the new land is French. 

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Nancy. The new land was Spanish but yesterday. It is 
French today. Who can tell what it will be tomorrow ? My- 
self, I hope. . . . But who are we women to talk of 
men's affairs? ... I wonder why the Syndic does not 
come. Boone is not loften late. 

Jeannette (whose hostility has been gradually weakening, 
and here bursts out in a final flare). Ah, you are anxious! You 
think that he will decide for your brother. You — 

Nancy. I think that he will decide fairly, Jeannette. Dan- 
iel Boone is a just man, though a stern one. {Turning to the 
tall old Spaniard- ) Do you know, Senor Cordoba, what could 
be keeping the Syndic? 

Cordoba. Senorita, my son Miguel says that but recently 

there came to the Syndic a messenger from St. Louis, with 

despatches of import. This it is undoubtedly which delays him. 

(A general movement occurs in the outskirts of the 

group and Boone enters, nodding absently to the greetings. 

The Kentuckians are respectful, but not servile. The 

French bow low, as do the Spaniards. The few Indians 

retreat a little in awe.) 

Boone (to the disputants, who have crowded clamorously 
about him). Presently. (He looks around him.) Corboda? 
Fetch any of your countrymen you can find. Grier, get your 
friends, and you, Dechance, bring the Frenchmen. Return 
quickly. I have news. (They go out.) Now Grandsire Wad'', 
what for you? Money again, il warrant. 

Wade. May it please your worship, this Mistress Barnaby 
here owes me twelve Pieces of Eight. Fine new pieces they 
were, too, that she had from me. She gave her cow as surety, 
and now she says she cannot pay. May it please you to order 
her to give me them back, Sir, may it please you, or to give me 
the cow in payment. 'Tis but a poor cow, Sir, — 

Mistress Barnaby (interrupting vehemently). 'Tis a fine 
cow she is, Sir! 

Wade. — and will repay me but scant, Sir, but — 

Boone (cutting him short). Goodwife Barnaby, what say 
you? (She volubly begins to explain, but Boone stops her 
sternly.) You owe the money? (She nods.) You cannot pay? 
(Nods) Then your cow is forfeit. (She sobs, and the old man 
cackles in glee. Both start away.) Stop, Goodwife. Goodwife, 

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you have seen my three cows pasture on the grass by the 
stockade. Which like you best? 

Mistress Barnaby (wonderingly, wiping her eyes). In- 
deed, Sir, Brindle, I think, Sir. 

Boone. She is yours. {He abruptly stops all manifestations 
of sentiment on her part, but she continues to sob and mutter 
exclamations of joy.) Now, LeVallois and Brent, what say you? 

Brent. It's this way, Syndic. You see, I set my traps 
for otter on the creek south of my clearing, near the spot where 
the Indian squaw drowned herself. Last Wednesday I found 
LeVallois' traps not a rod from mine. He has no right — 

Boone (wrathfully) . And is this a man's quarrel? Go! 
there are pelts enough in my cabin for ye both, without the 
trouble of trapping. Divide (them, and welcome, so ye bother 
me not w T ith your baby bickerings. If these be the ways of men, 
then, old as I am, I must blaze a new trail out into the West. 
This is no way to build a nation. I am handier with a gun 
than with sayings. I can use bullets better than words. But 
I have seen men, and I know that unless they stand together 
they fall. Do your trapping together, Brent and LeVallois, 
and divide your pelts between you. 

(The crowd has been increasing and is drawing closer 

around Boone. Six or eight half-naked Indians come and 

fill in the background. The few Indians previously present 

join them.) 

Boone (drawing a paper from his pocket). My time as 
your Syndic is almost over, and I am not sorry. I have done 
what I could for you, but I am only a rough, uncouth hunter, 
not wise in the law, but acting always for what I thought was 
your welfare. Now I can soon give you into better hands. This 
despatch was brought me an hour ago by a messenger from 
St. Louis. It is in Spanish, and over long, but the meat of it 
is this . The Republic of France has sold its territory of 
Louisiana, of which we are a part, to the United States. Save 
for the foolery of debate and the setting of seals and signatures), 
the deed is done, and we are now no longer Spanish, or French- 
men, or Englishmen, but Americans. It is a good name, sirs, 
a good name, and my hunter's eyes are not too old to see a 
future for it. . . . But I have clacked away like Goodwite 
Barnaby here. . . . God bless ye all. 

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(He turns abruptly and goes out. The Indians clear 
a path for him with startling agility. 

The people, too dazed to say a great deal, not sure 
enough of the meaning of it all to make any demonstration, 
go out quietly by little groups. Brent and LeVallois and 
their sisters are the last to go. The two young trappers 
clasp hands awkwardly and go out together. Jeannette runs 
up and puts an arm around Nancy.) 
Jeannette. Ah ,oui, ca, e'est gentil, n'est-ce pas que c'est 

gentil, — sister ? 

Nancy (kissing her). Yes, Jeannette, the Syndic was right. 

Americans — it's a good name. (They go out arm in arm.) 

SCENE 2 
The Formal Transfer of Upper Louisiana to the United 

States. 

TIME. March 9, 1804. 

PLACE. St. Louis. An open space before the Spanish 
Government House of Upper Louisiana. 

GROUP. A throng in the open space continually increases 
until it includes many French, a number of Americans, and 
a few Spanish men, women, and children, a few negroes, and a 
few Indians. They await the coming of Spanish and American 
officials for the transfer of Upper Louisiana to the United 
States. 

SPEAKING PERSONS. 

Charles Dehault Delassus, Lieutenant-Governor of Up- 
per Louisiana, a Frenchman in the Spanish service, liked and 
respected by the people. 

Captain Amos Stoddard, of the American Army, acting 
as commissioner for both the French and the American Govern- 
ments. 

Captain Meriwether Lewis, also of the American Army. 

A Spanish Captain. 

Daniel Boone, Syndic of the Femme Osage District. 

Pierre and Auguste Chouteau, Frenchmen of dignity and 
standing in St. Louis. 

John Clark, a Baptist minister. 

Thomas Jenkins, a Methodist minister. 

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A Kentuckian and A Virginian. 
Two Stalwart Young Americans. 
A Child. 
The Town Crier and A Small Boy. 

(As the scene opens, a clear sharp hell, and then the 
voice of the crier, is heard from the distance. Soon, pre- 
ceded by the small bell-ringer, appears the aged town crier 
carrying before him a official-looking document whose con- 
tents he begins to cry in a sing-song half -unintelligible 
French. During his speech, some of the older men and 
women look pleased, others doubtful or displeased; the 
young Americans show their joy. As the crier ceases, the 
words of the Kentuckian and the Virginian are heard 
above a subdued general murmur.) 
Kentuckian. Changes are uncertain things. I dislike 

them. 

Virginian. "We have been comfortable under the Spanish 

rule. I trust we may be so still ; but I suspect these land-grab- 
bers who have been scurrying around lately. There's always 

confusion just after a change. 

Kentuckian. Delassus has been a just and mild governor. 
Virginian. And Daniel Boone a good syndic in the Femme 

Osage District. I hear he means to resign today, on account 

of his age. 

A Child. Father, what are they going to do? 

John Clark. Thank God for American rule, though the 

Spanish have been very liberal with us who were not Catholics. 
Thomas Jenkins. Yes. We have been allowed to worship 

in our own way, as long as we announced no church meetings, 

and raised no churches. But now — now we may declare openly 

the faith that is in us. 

John Clark. We may have our own churches and ring 

our own church bells now. This is a day, Brother Jenkins, for 

us Methodists and Baptists to rejoice. 
Thomas Jenkins. Amen. 
Young Man (vigorously) . Now no more of old-world rule. 

The new world triumphs. 

(At this instant, drum and fife are heard in the dis- 
tance. As they draw gradually nearer, the few remaining 
soldiers who make up the whole Spanish garrison march 

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silently in and take places at the right. Spanish officials 
follow, among them Delassus, the Chouteaus, and three 
syndics, one of whom is Daniel Boone. After them walks 
a man bearing a tall reading desk; behind him is a 
second man, carrying documents which he lays on the read- 
ing desk. The American soldiers, led by Captain Stoddard 
and Captain Lewis, enter immediately. Captain Stoddard 
advances ceremoniously, while Captain Lewis withdraws 
the troops to one side.) 

Delassus (to the people). To you, citizens of St. Louis 
and to you others, dwellers within the territory of Upper 
Louisiana, I desire to convey the thanks of the Spanish Govern- 
ment for your loyalty and for your peaceful obedience to law. 
You have dwelt, men and women of different lands, in harmony 
together. Together you have worked for the common safety, 
for the common good. Your syndics have guided you well. 
Oldest and most notable among these is Daniel Boone, the fame 
of whose just and kindly judgments has gone abroad through 
other districts. He has rendered to the Spanish Government 
valuable assistance by bringing from Virginia and Kentucky one 
hundred families to live among us and help advance the 
civilization of this great land. To him and his compeers, and 
to you all, Spain gives thanks. People of Upper Louisiana, 
friends have we lived together; friends may we part. {He 
turns to Stoddard.) 

And now, in pursuance of the treaty concluded at St. 
Idelfonso, the first day of October, in the year of our most 
gracious Lord, 1800, by his most serene and potent highness, 
his Catholic Majesty, Charles the Fourth, King of Spain, and 
by the French Republic, I, Charles Dehault Delassus, Lieuten- 
ant-Governor of Upper Louisiana, do announce and declare 
this territory of Upper Louisiana, with all the archives, papers, 
and documents relative to its domain and sovereignty, to be 
herewith conveyed to you, Captain Amos Stoddard, acting com- 
missioner of the French Government. 

Stoddard. In the name of the French Republic I receive 
from the Spanish Government, through you, its authorized 
representative, the territory of Upper Louisiana, with all 
official documents, and all authority hitherto vested in the 
Spanish Lieutenant-Governor, to be transferred forthwith to 

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the United States, in accordance with the treaty concluded at 

Paris the thirtieth day of April, in the year of our Lord, 

1803. 

Delassus. Let the documents be presented for signature. 
(He steps forward, salutes Captain Stoddard, and con- 
ducts him ceremoniously to the place of signature. Each 
signs in the name of his government. Then Delassus asks 
the Chouteaus and a syndic to sign as witnesses. While the 
witnesses sign, a general murmur and movement amongst 
the people indicates feeling ranging from depression to 
exultation. 

At the end of the signing, Delassus is seen to intro- 
duce Daniel Boone to Captain Stoddard; and above the 
sound of tlis people is heard part of what Boone says to 
Stoddard, as he offers him documents.) 
Boone. And so, on account of my growing age and 

infirmities, I pray you release me from my duties as Syndic. 

Let a younger and better man take my place. 

(Captain Stoddard is seen to refuse the documents.) 
Boone. Well, then, for a little longer. 

(Delassus signals the Spanish captain, who despatches 
soldiers toward the fori and the flag. At a signal from 
Stoddard, an American corporal and two privates hasten to 
the fort. Presently the Spanish flag descends and the 
French flag rises. As the French flag ascends, some of the 
French begin The Marseillaise; the rest join. There is a 
pause.) 
Stoddard. Now, in accordance with the treaty concluded at 

Paris the thirtieth day of April, in the year of our Lord, 1803, 

I, Amos Stoddard, do take possession of Upper Louisiana, in 

the name of the United States. 

(He raises his hand in signal, and the French flag 
is lowered; a moment later the American flag floats up- 
ward. (*) The drum and fife begin "Hail Columbia" ': 
the Americans sing. Presently the American soldiers move 
off toward the fort; the rest of the Americans follow; 
and as the scene fades, the others gradually move away 
and disappear from view.) 

(*) Not historically true. During twenty-four hours the French 
flag, out of courtesy to the French inhabitants of the territory, floated 
over Upper Louisiana. 

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EPISODE III 

The Passage of the Missouri Compromise. Incidentally, the 

Arrival of the Independence, the First Steamboat 

up the Missouri, in Old Franklin. 

TIME. The last of March, 1820. 

PLACE. Old Franklin. 

GROUP. A cannon salute is fired from the town and re- 
turned by the boat. The voice of the town crier is heard in the 
distance announcing the arrival of the Independence. A crowd 
of townspeople gathers quickly at the corner by the tavern. 
Among them are countrymen and rivermen, Indians, negroes, 
and emigrants from Kentucky, Tennessee, and Virginia. In 
informal procession a group comes up the river bank, headed 
by Captain Nelson and Lilburn Boggs. They are followed by 
Benjamin Holliday and Thomas H. Benton, a young lawyer 
from Saint Louis, who is one of the passengers from the In- 
dependence. Nathaniel Patton, editor of the Intelligencer, 
greets Captain Nelson. 

SPEAKING PERSONS. 

Nathaniel Patton, editor of the Missouri Intelligencer. 

John Nelson, captain of the Independence. 

Thomas Hemstead, a rider from Washington. 

Benjamin Holliday, associate editor of the Intelligencer. 

Lilburn Boggs. 

A Methodist Preacher. 

A Negro. 

Nathaniel Patton. All Franklin is grateful to you, 
Captain Nelson. You have opened the doors of the world to us. 

Captain Nelson. It is your good fortune to reside on the 
banks of a noble river. 

Benjamin Holliday. We have you to thank, Captain, 
that its wave will roll the tribute of our region to the Mexican 
gulf. 

Lilburn Boggs. Will you hear the song our maids have 
prepared against your arrival? 

(A group of girls sing the "Song of the Missouri 

Waters.") 

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SONG OF THE MISSOURI WATERS. 

The Missouri. 

Born of oak, the forest's daughter, 

Sister of the pine, 
Sister of the wind and water, 

First-horn of your line. 

The Tributaries. 

Let the wind join voice to ours 

In a greeting song, 
As we bear her — decked with flowers, 

Branches, buds — along. 

The Missouri. 

Greatest joy may heaven send thee, 

May our hopes be blest, 
For the fondest thoughts attend thee, 

Latest child and best. 

The Tributaries. 

Child- of oak, the forest's daughter, 

Sister of the pHaie, 
Sister of the wind and water, 

Hail to all your line! 

(The sound of a trumpet is heard from around the 
corner. A rider, travel-stained, apparently just dismount- 
ed, comes toward the group.) 

Thomas Hemstead. Can you tell me where I shall find 
the editor of the Missouri Intelligencer? 
Nathaniel Patton. Here, Sir. 

Thomas Hemstead. You are Nathaniel Patton? I come 
to you with a packet from Governor Clark of Saint Louis. 

(He gives him a sealed packet. Mr. Patton breaks the 
seal and glances quickly through two letters.) 

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Mr. Patton (to the crowd). We have, by private post, a 

message from Governor Clark. He encloses a letter from John 

Scott at Washington. (Voices excitedly: "The bill has passed!") 

I shall ask Mr. Benton our guest from St. Louis, to read you 

the letter. 

Washington. 

The 6th of March, 1820. 
To his ExcSlency, the Governor of the Territory of 
Missouri, Addrer-ed. 
Sir: 

It is my pleasure to be able to announce to you by 
private post, that your prayers have been answered. The 
deadlock is broken. (A buzz of voices, "Hurrah for John 
Scott!") The Enabling Act, known here as the Missouri 
Compromise, was passed in both houses of the Congress 
this forenoon, thanks to Mr. Clay. (Voices: "Hurrah for 
Henry Clay. He'll be our next President.") You will 
have the fidl text of the bill by the Regular post. It gives 
you permission to frame for yourselves "a constitution and 
a state government without restrictions as to slavery." 
(Part of the crowd send up yells) and to "assume such 
name as you shall deem proper for admission to the Union 
upon equal footing with the original states." You see we 
"dough faces" won out. No earthly power can dictate the 
terms of our constitution. 

I beg, Sir, to subscribe myself, 
Your humble servant, 
John Scott. 
(There is great excitement in the crowd. The emi- 
grants and negroes throw up their hats.) 
A Methodist Preacher. Ah! It's a mistake not to pro- 
hibit slavery here. We 've got it to fight out amongst ourselves 
now. The Lord never intended creatures of his to be in bonds. 
A Negro. I say, Massah, dis heah niggah had a mighty 
close call. Ah do'n wanter leave Missuru, but Ah ain' a. 
goin' tu live whah deh ain' no niggahs. 

(A procession forms, bearing banners and transparen- 
cies. One displays the American eagle surmounting an 
Irish harp. Another represents a slave in great spirits, 

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rejoicing at the permission granted by Congress to bring 
the slaves into so fine a country as Missouri. Captain Nel- 
son, Thomas H. Benton, and the Committee of Citizens 
review the parade from the steps of the tavern. An im- 
mense bonfire begins to light up the street, which has 
grown gradually dark). 

NOTE. The actual date of the arrival of the Independence was 
May 28, 1S19. 



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EPISODE IV 

The Mexican War : The Doniphan Expedition. 

SCENE 1 

TIME. 1846. 
PLACE. Old Santa Fe. 

GROUP. In front of the palace of the Governors, above 
which waves the American flag, people are gathering; Span- 
iards talking excitedly, Navajo and Pueblo Indians looking on 
stolidly, American soldiers standing about everywhere. A 
silver-toned bell in a Spanish church chimes slowly ; a trumpet 
is sounded. 

General Kearny, (mounting upon an improvised plat- 
form). New Mexicans! As Commander of the Army of the 
United States of America, I have summoned you from your 
homes this day in order thalt I may absolve you from all alle- 
giance to Mexican authority. I proclaim you citizens of the 
United States— full partakers of its protection and bounty. I 
hereby annex the province of New Mexico to the United States 
as the Territory of New Mexico. 

I have to congratulate you men from Missouri that the 
Army of the West has been able to take peaceable and undis- 
puted possession of this country without the loss of a single 
man or the shedding of one drop of blood in the name of the 
United States. I shall not start westward from here until 
the constitution drafted by Colonel Doniphan and Mr. Hall is 
in force. I shall appoint Charles Bent to act as Governor of 
the Territory and Frank P. Blair as Attorney-General. My 
plan is to push across the desert to California. You, Colonel 
Doniphan, I shall leave in charge of the fort here, until the 
arrival of Colonel Sterling Price, whom Governor Edwards is 
sending to our aid. Thereupon you will march into the 
countrv of the Navajos. They refuse to acknowledge the United 
States government. Unless you find them so rebellious that they 
must be chastized, merely take their chiefs as hostages. Have 

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everything in readiness to march as -soon as Colonel Price 

arrives. 

(Colonel Doniphan salutes. The Mexican flag is slow- 
ly lowered from the flagstaff, and the American flag raised. 
The band plays The Star Spangled Banner. General 
Kearny goes into the Governor's palace. The crowd slow- 
ly disperses, discussing the proclamation. The stage is 
darkened.) 

SCENE 2 
The Battle op Sacramento Pass. 

TIME. February 28, 1847. 

PLACE. Fifteen miles from Chihuahua, Mexico, in a 
desert country. 

GROUP. Colonel Doniphan sits on the ground playing 
three-trick loo with his officers. The stake is a fine Mexican 
horse captured in the morning. Their United States yagers 
lie by their sides. The men, are travel-stained and bronzed. 

SPEAKING PERSONS. 

Colonel Doniphan. 

Lieutenant-Colonel Jackson. 

Major Clark. 

Captain Murphy. 

Captain Elliott. 

Captain Weightman. 

Captain Reid. 

A Mexican Messenger. 

Soldiers. 

Lt. Col. Jackson. This is more like war. At least the 
Mexicans make a show of open fight. 

Capt. Fisher. I hope I may never be called for another 
Indian campaign. 

Major Clark. We got a good treaty out of them, though. 
The people of New Mexico will be safe, I believe ; and they 
agreed not to molest the Pueblos. Not a bad lot, the Navajos, 
as Indians go. 

{Captain Reid, leader of a band of scouts, approaches 

and salutes. The guards present arms.) 

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Capt. Reid. There is movement on the redoubts, Sir. The 
Mexican must be preparing an attack. 

Col. Doniphan. Then we must stop the game long enough 
to whip the Mexicans. To your posts. Have the bugles sound 
the advance. 

(The officers seize guns and rise. Soldiers enter, sing- 
ing snatches of "Joe Bowers." As they take rifles and 

start to go off, Colonel Doniphan shouts to the officers.) 

Col. Doniphan. Remember that I have the biggest score. 
We '11 play it out as soon as the battle is finished. 

A Messenger. The Mexicans have formed their lines, Sir. 

Col. Doniphan. Save your powder; don't fire. 

Capt. Elliott. General Heredia is sending a messenger 
this way with a black flag, Sir. 

Mexican Messenger (approaching Col. Doniphan). The 
Mexican general summons your commander to appear before 
him. 

Col. Doniphan. If your general desires peace, let him 
come here. 

Mexican Messenger. Does your commander refuse to 
come? 

Col. Doniphan. He does. 

Mexican Messenger. Prepare for the charge. We neither 
ask nor give quarter. 

(Waving a black flag over his head, he turns back 

to the Mexican line.) 

Capt. Weightman. Colonel, there are great odds against 
us. 

Col. Doniphan. About six to one. 

Capt. Weightman. And they are strongly entrenched. 

Col. Doniphan. They certainly could not have a stronger 
position. 

Capt. Weightman. They have ropes and handcuffs pre- 
pared, our spy says, to lead us into the City of Mexico. 

Col. Doniphan. Get your howitzers ready. 

(The bugle sounds; the men are paraded; cartridges 

are distributed; standard bearers take their places. The 

men throw themselves into the charge. Colonel Doniphan 

with field glasses stands on a mound and watches the course 

of the battle.) 

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A Soldier {running up to him). Major Owens has fallen, 
Sir. 

Col. Doniphan. It will take two thousand Mexicans to 
pay for that loss. 

Another Soldier. Sergeant Tom Hinkel is fighting on 
the other side of the entrenchment with stones, Sir. 

Another. The Mexicans are flying, Sir. 

Col. Doniphan. That is the beginning of the end, then. 

A Messenger. The Mexicans are in full retreat, Sir. 

Col. Doniphan. "Well, the Missourians did the job. The 
Territory of New Mexico is assured to the United States. 



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EPISODE V 

The Civil War. 

SCENE 1 
The Outbreak op the War. 

TIME. May, 1860. 

PLACE. A Boone County Home. 

GROUP. A country party is in progress on the lawn. 
Older people are interested onlookers while the young folks 
play, ' ' Oh, Sister Phoebe. ' ' A negro fiddler keeps time to the 
music with his body ; other negroes in the background keep time 
with hands and feet. In the foreground some older men and 
women are talking together. 

SPEAKING PERSONS. 

Colonel Carter, torn between loyalty to the Union and 
to his State. 

Mrs. Carter, his wife. 

John and Lawrence Carter, their sons. 

Randolph and Mrs. Hamilton. 

Sallie Hamilton, their daughter. 

Dr. and Mrs. Whalen. 

James Middleton. 

Young People (singing until the entry of Mr. Middleton ; . 
Oh, Sister Phoebe, how merry were we 
When we sat under the juniper tree! 
The juniper tree — heigh-o! heigh-o! 
The juniper tree — heigh-o! 
Rise you up, Johnny, and choose you the one; 
Choose you the fairest, or else choose none! 
Or else choose none, — heigh-o! heigh-o! 
Or else choose none, — heigh-o! 
Take this cap on your head — keep your head warm; 
Take a sweet kiss and 't will do you no harm! 

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'T will do you no harm, — heigh-o! heigh-o! 
'T will do you no harm, — heigh-o! 

Col. Carter. They say Mr. Caldwell has taken his negroes 
and his mules and gone to Texas. 

Mrs Whalejn. He has? Do you think there's any dan- 
ger? 

Randolph Hamilton. No. The people of the North have 
not entirely lost their senses. They won't make war on the 
South. 

Dr. Whalen. It is the South that is provoking this war. 
Secession is treason. 

Col. Carter. Let us not quarrel, gentlemen. Oh, this 
miserable, this unnatural strife! Neighborhoods and even 
households will be divided. Brother will fight against brother. 
I am ,for the Union as long as there is any hope of preserving 
it, but 

R. Hamilton. There's not the slightest hope of preserving 
it. The Southern States are out for good. The only question 
for Missouri to decide is where she will stand. Will it be with 
the North or with her sister Southern States ? 

Col. Carter. Our interests as a state are bound up in- 
separably with the maintenance of the Union ; our sympathies, 
our personal sympathies, are, in a large measure, with the 
people of the South. 

R. Hamilton. The people of Missouri will never surren- 
der their slaves at the bidding of any earthly power. Missouri 
will never furnish a regiment to invade a Southern state for 
the purpose of coercion. 

James Middleton (bursting in greatly excited, waving 
a copy of the "Missouri Statesman" in his hands). Have you 
heard the news? 

All (crowding about him excitedly). No. What news? 

Mr. Middleton. They 've taken Camp Jackson ! 

All. What? Camp Jackson? Who has? 

Mr. Middleton. Captain Lyon. The boys are all prison- 
ers of war, now. 

All (greatly excited) . Prisoners? Captured? Our boys? 
By Yankee mudsills ? 

R. Hamilton. By a Yankee captain ? Our State invaded ? 
By mercenary Dutch? 

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Lawrence Carter. Father, I can't wait now. I must go. 
The boys leave for Boonville in an hour. May I go with them ? 

Col. Carter. Yes, my son, yes. I appreciate your feel- 
ings. 

Mrs. Carter. Oh, my boy, you're only sixteen! But I 
knew you would go. I know it is right, dear child, but you are 
so young. 

Col. Carter. My decision is made. The fanatics of 
the North have, by this act, driven Missouri from the Unioc 
Henceforth the Confederate States of America is my country; 
the Stars and Stripes to me is a foreign flag. 

(John Carter, the oldest son, enters in the uniform of 

a Union soldier.) 

Sallie Hamilton. Why, John Carter, what are you doing 
in that uniform? 

Col. Carter. My son ! What does this mean ? 

John Carter. I'm going, too. I've come to say goodbye. 

Sallie. Oh, must you go ? And on that side ? 

Mrs. Carter. You will fight your own brother ? Suppose 
you should meet Lawrence on the battlefield? 

John. I have thought of that and it breaks my heart, but 

I must go. I cannot fight for slavery and against the old flag. 

(A troop of Confederate youths marches across thz 

stage. Lawrence tells family, friends, and negroes good- 
dye, joins the troops and* goes off with them,. The young 

folks and the negroes show little sign of seriousness. They 

shout: Good-bye! Hurry hack! It won't take more than 

six weeks, Larry. Show them how a Southerner can 

fight!) 

Col. Carter. Bob, get the Carter Sword. (Bob, a negro, 
goes after it.) My son, you know the history of the Carter 
Sword, the "Sword of Bunker Hill." It was worn by your 
great-grandfather on that bloody day. It took a life in de- 
fense of the flag you love, the flag that to me is becoming the 
symbol of tyranny. Take it, son; I know you will never dis- 
honor it. 

John. I pledge you my word of honor, Sir. And now, 
goodbye. 

Mrs. Carter. Oh, my son, my son! 

John (to Sallie Hamilton). If I come back, Sallie? 

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Sallie. When you come back. But, oh, John, I wish you 
were in the other army. I won't know which side to pray for, 
now. 

John. Pray that the right may win. 

SCENE 2 

"Order Number Eleven." 

TIME. An evening in late September, 1863. 

PLACE. Before a burning house near Independence. Mis- 
souri. 

GROUP. E wing's soldiers have destroyed the home and 
are to escort the family to Independence. Two small children 
and some slaves are in the group. 

SPEAKING PERSONS. 

Colonel Ewing, in command. 

General George C Bingham, who disapproves of the 
Order. 

Sarah Cox, a sick woman, the owner of the house. 

Martha Howell, her sister. 

Bill Anderson, a guerrilla chief. 

Other Guerrillas. 

Colonel Ewing. Here, get a move on you ! Hurry along ! 

Martha. Have you no mercy? Can't you see she is sick? 
And what of the children? They can't walk all that distance. 

Ewing. Well, I can't help that. You knew you had to 
get out of here within fifteen days of the date of Order Numbc r 
Eleven. Why didn't you go? Get your things and come on. 

Sarah. Don't argue with him, Martha. We're in his 
power. 

Martha. Well, I don't care if we are. He can't hurt me. 
Let him shoot me. I'd rather be dead than driven from home 
this way, at night, our house burned, our stock driven off, our 
men away — maybe killed. 

Sarah. But the children ! Who will care for them, if any- 
thing happens to us? 

General Bingham (in a kindly tone). Don't worry, 
Madam. I will look after them. We Union men don't 7nake 
war on children. (Aside). This dastardly Order Number 
Eleven ! I '11 make him rue the day he ever issued it ! 

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Sarah (impulsively, in a low tone to Bingham). There's 
$330 in gold under the carpet beneath the dresser in the front 
room. If you can get it, you may have it. You have a kind 
voice ; you seem ; to be a gentleman. 

(Bingham rushes into the house for the gold. He is 

gone so long that Sarah wishes she had not told him to go.) 

Martha (defiantly). I wish I were a man! 

Ewing. Well, maybe this will teach you to harbor rebels 
and protect guerrillas. They'll have to live, like the rats they 
are, in holes in the ground now. There 's not a house left stand- 
ing nor a pound of food left in this district. Damn rebels any 
way! 

Martha. But we are not rebels. We've stayed at hoim, 
minding our own business. Is this the way Missouri looks 
out for the safety of her people? Our life has been one of 
terror. When it wasn't the Kansas Jayhawkers robbing us, 
it was Bill Anderson or Quantrell driving off our stock oi 
threatening our lives to make us tell the whereabouts of our 
men. Is there no government to protect women and children* 

Ewing. War is war, and orders are orders. (He goes off 
to give some further commands.) 

Bingham (reappearing from the burning house). Here's 
your gold, Madam. 

Sarah. But I told you you could have it. I thought you 'o 
keep it! 

Bingham. No, take it. It's yours, and you'll need it be 
fore this is over. 

Ewing. Come on, now. I can't stay here all night. Maki 

those young ones step lively. Fall in, men. Forward, march i 

(As they disappear toward Independence, a band of 

guerrillas steals into sight and surveys the situation.) 

Anderson. Well, if those damn Yankees ain't trying oui 
kind of fighting! We can beat 'em at this game, though. We've 
had more training. We showed 'em a. real fire in Lawrence, 
Kansas, and we can show 'em one in Missouri. 

Second Guerrilla. Just burning over a few counties up 
here in West Missouri can't stop us; can it, Captain? Let's 
go back to Boone County. The State University would make 
a bigger fire than the depot at Centralia. I 'd relish a skirmish 
with that "Columbia Tiger Company." 

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Anderson. Well, they've left nothing for us here. We'll 
catch 'em before they get to Independence. 

Third Guerrilla. When the Government can't protect 
its people, we people have to look out for ourselves. And it's 
the "Devil take the hindmost" now. 

(Shots are heard in the distance.) 

All. What's that? Red Legs? Come on, boys! 

SCENE 3 
The Election of 1870. 

TIME. Evening of a day in late November, 1870. 

PLACE. A street in Columbia, Missouri. 

GROUP. Citizens of the town, and country round about 
and students of the State University march in a torchlight 
procession celebrating the results of the election. They carry 
illuminated banners, bearing such mottoes as The Test Oath 
Abolished ; Liberals and Republicans ; United We Stand ; 
Education vs. War; B. Gratz Brown, Governor. 

SPEAKING PERSONS. 

Gordon Bates, an ex-Confederate soldier. 

William Howell, a former Union soldier. 

William Howell. The struggle has been a bitter one, but 
with the men back home and at work, and the Test Oath abolish- 
ed, the future looks bright. 

Gordon Bates (as the State University students pass). 
They're a fine body of young men and from a fine, growing 
institution. 

William Howell. Yes, the enrollment at the University 
is more than one hundred and fifty this fall, with an equal 
number in the Preparatory Department. 

Gordon Bates. Boone County can well be proud of its 
work in securing the Agricultural College. Other counties bid 
more than we did, and we owe a great deal to Senator Rollins 
for securing it. 

William Howell. Missouri 's schools will be the means of 
repairing the damage of the years of strife. 

Gordon Bates [joining in the cheers of the procession). 
Hurrah for Brown ! Three cheers for the Democrats ! ! 

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William Howell. Don't forget the Liberal Republicans. 

Gordon Bates. You're right. We've worked together at 
last. The dreadful conflict (is finally ended. With a united 
citizenship Missouri can make the welfare of her people her 
supreme law. 



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THE MASQUE 



INTERPRETERS: THE RIVER PRESENCES. 

The Spirit of the Missouri. 
The Spirit of the Massissippi. 

PERSONS. 

Saint Louis. 

Missouri. 

Plenty. 

Democracy. 

Prejudice. 

Victory. 

A Symbol Bearer. 

GROUPS. 

The Arts of Peace: Agriculture; Commerce; Labor; 

Education ; Science. 
States of the Louisiana Purchase. 
Other States of the Union. 
Europe. 
Asia. 
Africa. 
Australia. 
South America. 
Central America. 
Islands of the Sea. 
Spirits of the Past: The Priests; The Pioneers; 

Winners of Statehood; Preservers of the State. 
Youths; Older Men; Women. 
Soldiers; Marines; Sailors; Red Cross Nurses. 



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Prologue 

The Spirit op the Missouri. ■ 

Hail, Mississippi! 
Father of Waters, hail! 

The Spirit op the Mississippi. 
All hail, Missouri! 
Old is our brotherhood. 

The Spirit op the Missouri. 
Yea, ancient our fellowship. 
Watchers are we through all the ages 
Of the pageant of man played here in the valley. 
We alone can interpret, who have seen the whole pattern 
The years were weaving, — 
We, the beholders. 

The Spirit op the Mississippi. 
Comrade, far-traveler out of the west, 
Lover of prairies, guardian of forests, 
Tell now the dianges the slow years have wrought. 

The Spirit op the Missouri. 
Long in the yore days the buffalo roamed here, 
The red-man hunted. 
The smoke of his signal fires traced hieroglyphs on the 

sky-line. 
Loud throbbed the tom-tom, the shrill death chant echoed 
As the wild Osage turned to the war-path. 
No law he knew save the law of the tomahawk; 
In strength of arm, there only lay safety. 
No law he knew, — 
Like the smoke of his camp fire 
The red-man has vanished. 

The Spirit of the Mississippi. 
From the northland came hither the Fathers. 
In frail canoes they dared the perilous waters; 
The wondering red-skin gave them the peace-pipe. 

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They bore the crucifix; 

Faith was the gift that they brought to the valley. 

The Spirit of the Missouri. 
The pioneers followed, high-hearted adventurers, 
Builded their settlements, kindled new hearth fires in the 

deptJis of the wilderness. 
These were the vanguard of civilization. 
Earth from her caverns yielded them metals; 
Creatures of forest paid tribute of furs. 

The Spirit of the Mississippi. 
The gift that the pioneers brought was labor, 
Labor and home-love. 

They blazed new trails on toward the sunset, 
Explored far river-ways. 

Dreamers of dreams were they, seers of visions, 
Planters of harvests their eyes should not see. 

The Spirit of the Missouri. 
We saiv the settlers come, sturdy and soul-strong. 
Close by the river's marge and on the far-flung plains 
Grew up their villages. 

The green of the prairies turned golden with grain. 
Theirs was the conquest over the wilderness. 
They brought law and government. 

They saw the star rise to herald the birth of the Star-child, 
Ordained to high destiny, named by my name, — 
Missouri. 

The Spirit of the Mississippi. 
Forget not grim days when the heavens were darkened, 
When lowered dun war-clouds, showing strange portents. 
Then this our valley was seared by the breath of war; 
Torn were the placid fields, flame-swept the villages, 
Sundered the people's hearts. 
Even the river-reeds whispered calamity. 
But the dark days passed. 
As when the raging sea hurls wrathful waves 
Foaming but futile at some tall cliff's foot, 
So above the wrack of discord and chaos, 
True to the visions of her high destiny 
Firm stood Missouri. 

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The Spirit of the Missouri. 
After the conflict came years of prosperity 
To bless the valley. 

Now the arts of peace flourish, the wide fields are fruitful; 
Under the Star-child's certain protection 
The people are happy. 
Here at the confluence of mighty waters 
Stands proud Saint Louis, first son of Missouri. 
He is noble and valiant, a young knight in bright armor. 
He, the bridge -builder over the water-ways, 
I pause to behold him. 
Throws wide the gateway to all the rich West. 



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PART I 

[A shaft of light reveals the kneeling figure of Saint 
Louis. As he rises, Missouri enters, attended by the Art* 
of Peace and followed by Plenty, who greets Saint Louis.] 

Plenty. 
I salute you, noble son of Missouri. Through your gates 
have surged long the flood tides of man. Yours was the city 
where men looked for the last time on home and comfort be- 
fore they turned to the westward in search of rich metals of th<: 
earth, or when they hunted the creatures of the forests of the 
Upper Missouri for their furs, and when they toiled over 
the trails to the south and the north-west to rekindle 
their hearth-fires on the virgin prairies or in the valleys of the 
Rockies. These same men turned to watch your city grow 
more dim and small on the eastern horizon as they gained on 
their westward way, for yours was the last stronghold of 
civilization. And to your markets they returned rich with the 
spoils from western lands, happy in your protection. Thus in 
the early days the Spanish and the French passed and returned. 
Then came the American. All of these, even as I, have sainted 
you and held you in their hearts. 

[She gives Saint Louis a garland.] 
Saint Louis. 
Plenty, I thank you for your garland. May I ever be 
loyal and true to those who have built my rich city, and may I 
ever be a sharer in the riches of your largess. 

[He bows over Plenty's hand as she ascend* the dais.] 
Missouri. 
My noble son, the days of your majority are at hand. Your 
city is no longer a settlement and trading post of the early 
days. You have builded well. Now great railroads meet 
within your gates to spread themselves again across far plains 
and through mountain passes. Your name is known to peoples 
of distant lands. You are my eldest and my strongest son. Nay, 
you are larger and stronger than any of the valiant city- 

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sons and daughters of my sister-states of the Purchase. The 
Arts of Peace dwell within, your walls and flourish there or 
wield and ply their labors outside your gates. And since you 
are my most distinguished son, I charge you to summon the 
peoples of all lands and seas to celebrate the splendor of your 
city and to commemorate the glory of the purchase of the Louis- 
iana Territory. 

Saint Louis. 

It is to you (that I owe the most that I have and all that 
my city can ever hope to be. The glowing splendor of your 
name is graven on the hearts and is spoken by the tongues 
of men o 'er all the earth. Nay, good Mother, let the children 
of the earth come here to pay you homage and to celebrate the 
purchase of these fair lands. 

All. 

Aye, aye. 

Saint Louis. 

Speak, speak ye bugles ! Blow and call ; call the world 
to come and do honor to Missouri. Call my mother's sister- 
states; call the Old World and the New, the Orient, and the 
distant Islands of the Seas. Sound! 

[In procession led by the States of the Purchase, the 

States of the Union and the representatives of all the 

peoples of the earth come to pay homage to Saint Louis 

and Missouri.] 

Saint Louis. 

You are welcome, welcome all. The gates of the city have 
been opened wide in the honor of your arrival to commemorate 
this day in the minds of men, and in appreciation of the 
reverence that you have shown Missouri. I pray you abide here 
awhile. Show to them the useful arts and mystic crafts of your 
countrysides. Teach them your ways of life. Celebrate with 
us the centennial of the purchase of this sometime Louisiana. 
Territory. Mingle with us in festival and ever hold the friend- 
ship of this v great land as a sacred trust, for so we hold and 
guard yours. In the name of great Missouri, I greet you and 
bid you to join with me in revelry. 

[Dancers celebrate the occasion of festival. At thz 

close of the dance, Missouri and Saint Louis lead off the 

procession, leaving the scene to the River Presences.] 

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FIRST INTERLUDE 

The Spirit of the Mississippi. 
Time has turned a new page in the book of Fate. 
Now to Missouri in her day of security 
Comes tlie hard hour of crucial decision. 
Strange omens of evil burn in the sunrise, 
And from the eastward sound hurtlings of conflict. 
From office and factory, furrow and mine-shaft, 
Even from, college-walls, now she must summon 
Her obedient children to join with strange allies 
In an alien land; 

Must bid them die in shock of battle, 
Life 's joys just tasted. 

Will great Missouri, peaceful and prosperous, 
Endure the throe, make willing sacrifice? 

The Spirit op the Missouri. 
In time of crisis Missouri will not fail. 
Now the old world calls the strong sons of the new. 
To strive in the old fight that here their fathers won 
To make the people's safety in all lands 
The highest law. 

When armed men trample the weak and defenseless, 
Missouri ivill ever rally to combat. 
When America's armies march into battle, 
She shall be found right in the vanguard; 
Her son shall draw the bright sword of leadership. 
Honored is she beyond her sister-states; 
Great is her destiny. 



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PART II 

[A flash of lightning reveals Missouri and Plenty. 

They start upright with gestures of alarm and a word 

of questioning. Democracy enters in haste and agitation.] 
Democracy. 

Harken, liarken, noble Missouri, guardian of the West ! 
All Europe writhes in the throes of war. Not only the safety 
and honor of Europe lie at stake. Even your bounteous lands 
may some day feel the tread of the cursed heel of autocracy. 
Arise ! Arm your sons. Bid America haste ere the hours pass 
wherein she may hurl her forces to dam the hordes that flood 
in, ruthless as the tides, over the fields of placid Flanders, the 
vine-hung hills of Champagne, and the sun-kissed plains of 
Italy, — worshipers of Odin that venture to throw pestilence 
on the Channel-shore of Britain. Haste, oh, haste, ere the hour 
come when your brave song would fall, snapped off like dry 
reeds before a merciless hurricane, and the world be robbed of 
liberty. Even yet there is time, — aye, little time. I charge 
you, bid me call your sons. — 

[As he speaks, the dark figure of Prejudice steals in. 

He plucks Missouri's garment and interrupts Democracy. .] 
Prejudice. 

Nay! Heed him not, Missouri. It is of your own son's 
safety that you are guardian, not of the welfare of an alien 
folk. Do but look out over the fertile acres of your broad 
farm lands ; see the factories where the wheels of industry turn 
busily all day long ; behold the populous streets of your cities. 
Be not misled by a dreamer to sacrifice the reality of the golden 
stream that now flows into your coffers for an impossible ideal 
of world-brotherhood. Consider the prosperity and the happi- 
ness of the people. Shall all this ordered activity be changed 
to the confusion and the misery that ever attend upon war? 

Democracy. 

There is but little safety in your hid security. Trim, 
France is far away. But alien — is France alien to Missouri? 

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France, whence came the seed of your beginnings, who builded 
your first settlement and gave you religion, France who "em- 
bodies all of loveliness and of valor. Beamy is her handmaiden, 
and strength her shield bearer, and the shining courage of 
her daughters has matched the courage of her dauntless sons. 

She has walked, high of heart, through the valley of 

the shadow. Her body is in, torture, but her forehead is alight 
with the beauty of the morning. Never in history has there 
been such steadfast loyalty in the doing of dangerous duty, such 
devotion to country, such splendor of service and of sacrifice, 
and great shall be her reward — for she has saved the soul of 
the world."* France never forgets. Forget not France. 

Prejudice. 

Great Missouri, hearken not to him. He would lead your 
sons and daughters away from the highroad of peace and prog- 
ress; he would set their feet in the desolate pathway that leads 
down to death. Shall you who have promised them safety now 
forget that promise, consigning them to destruction ? In your 
defense, gladly would they fight and proudly fall. But you 
are unscathed, unthreatened. The menace of an invading con- 
queror is but a bogie to frighten children, invention of one 
who pleads a weak case. Europe has ever been a battle-ground 
on which each generation sheds its blood in the old rivalries of 
jealous nations. Should Britain, the erstwhile arch-enemy of 
our nation, make you her pawn to pit against an imperious ar- 
rogance that questions her ascendency? Europe is very far 
away. Why should you send your sons across far seas to die 
under alien skies in a quarrel not their own? Let the New 
World have naught to do with Old World wars. 

Democracy. 

I charge you by all that you have ever stood for, to turn 
from lone secure enjoyment of the fruits of prosperity and to 
give of your best for the safety of all peoples. By the conceiv- 
ers of your statehood, by the preservers of your unity, by all 
your illustrious, valiant past, I charge you. Up, up out of the 
dim distance of the bygone years, Spirits of the Past, return 
and speak. [To Missouri.] Hearken! 

*Roosevelt, Theodore, Address before the Pennsylvania Society. 
December 9, 1917. 

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[Groups of the spirits of earlier epochs in Missouri 

history j)ass across the stage. In the first group are a 

priest, monks, and acolytes; in the second, French pioneers; 

in the third, winners of statehood; in the fourth, pre- 
servers of the state in the period of Civil War. As they 

pass in turn before Missouri, a spokesman voices the 

special appeal of each group.] 
The Priest. 

We were the first that came the long 

River-way through the wilderness 

To bring thee faith, our own rose-red Grail. 

Canst thou in this darkest hour now fail 

To heed our plea for the world's distress? 

Send forth thy legions to right the wrong. 
The Pioneer. 

Ah, Missouri, do not forget 

Thy pioneers who were sons of France. 

She gave thee La Salle and the brave Renault, 

Pierre Laclede, de Belle Rive, Chouteau. 

So now in the day of her dire mischance 

Send thy strong sons to pay the debt. 

A Winner of Statehood. 

We, winners of statehood, speak again 

Who, in thy youth pledged thee to call 

Thy people's safety the laiv supreme. 

The new age brings thee a nobler dream: 

Thy sons must hazard, thy sons must fall 

To make life safe for all sons of men. 

A Preserver op the State. 

Mighty Missouri, beware the foe 

Within thy gates who would bid thee stay. 

Hearken no more to the lips that feign 

While the call of duty rings clear and plain. 

Thou too must fight for mankind today; 

Arm thy bright lads, and let them go. 
Missouri. 

Enough ! In the hour of supreme need, we do not pause to 
count the cost. Now safety must be lost for safety's sake. 
My sons shall go, and with them will march their brethren 

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from all America. We do but pay our debt, for all that we 
have and all that we are we owe to democracy. 

"It is a fearful thing to lead this great, peaceful people 
into war, into the most terrible and disastrous of all wars, 
civilization itself seeming to be in the balance. But the right 
is more precious than peace, and we shall fight for the things 
which we have always carried nearest our hearts — for de- 
mocracy, for the right of those who submit to authority to have 
a voice in their own governments, for the rights and liberties 
of small nations, for a universal dominion of right by such a 
concert of free peoples as shall bring peace and safety to all 
nations and make the world itself at last free. ' '* 

Stand forth, ye trumpeters, and sound the call to arms. 
[The call is sounded. Plenty places her offering at 
the feet of Democracy. Prejudice, disconcerted, shrinks 
back and steals away. 

First, appear a soldier, a marine, and a sailor. Then 
come the groups of the Arts of Peace, followed by another 
group of older men, women, and youths. Young men leave 
each group to join the soldier, the marine, and the sailor. 
Each who bears a symbol first intrusts it to the care of 
an older man or a woman. These, receiving the symbols, 
join the groups of the Arts of Peace. The troops depart. 
A group of dancers express the offered service of all 
the Arts of Peace.] 

♦Wilson, Woodrow, Message to Congress. April 2, 1917. 



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SECOND INTERLUDE 

The Spirit of the Missouri. 
In these months of waiting, life is like a stretched bow- 
string. 
Here we behold a most noble vision 
Of the forces of peace all toiling together 
Forging strong weapons for the forces of war. 
Now the battle is joined, and as yet no man knoweth 
What shall be the issue. 

The Spirit of the Mississippi. 
Nay, do not doubt. 

The midnight of uncertain strife is past, 
And already faint harbingers of hopeful light 
Herald the coming of Victory's clear dawn. 
Soon men shall walk again in wonted paths. 
The current of man's life flows like a river, 
And as the stream in flood-time choked with flotsam. 
Turns from its course and, seeking outlet, 
Overflows and blights the countryside, 
So war turns man's power into destructiveness. 
When flood and freshet pass, 
The stream returns again to the old course, — 
And so does man. 

Soon when the spate of war has passed, 
The people's life will flow again in the old ways. 



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PART III 

[As the scene grows light bugles are heard, and all 

assume attitudes of joyous expectancy. 

Victory enters with standard bearers, leading the 

homecoming sons of Missouri.] 
Victory. 

Noble Missouri, in the name of those who stand for the 
rights and the freedom of all peoples, I salute 3 r ou. I bring to 
you banners decked with the laurels gained at the Marne and 
in the Argonne. Your decision to turn from secure peace 
to hazard your fortunes in the arena of war has won world 
renown for your valiant sons. Your legions, joined with those 
of France and of Britain's Empire, turned the tide of war. 
I found your soldiery at Chateau Thierry, and I showed them 
the death-haunted way up the valley of the Meuse. Rest in 
your security. Democracy is saved. 

Doubly honored are you, Missouri. Not only did you 
give of your best and noblest, but to one of these fell leader- 
ship. His name shall be treasured in the minds of all nations, 
and they shall call you blessed. Their children's children, 
generations yet unborn, shall speak the name of this son of 
Missouri — a name that shall go ringing, echoing and re-echoing 
down the avenues of the future. 

The great Missourian who led the legions of America has 
sent yours home to you, and he begs that your armies of war 
enter again the ranks of peace. 

Hail, hail, noble Missouri ! Glorious is your name. 

[While Victory is speaking, those who received symbols 

return them. One seeker, having sought in vain, voices 

his distress over the absence of the giver of his symbol.] 

A Symbol Bearer. 
Alas! 

He is not here, but on a torn 
And riven field of France, 

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Where Death doth hold him in a trance 

That I alone must mourn. 

had I played his warrior part, 

Had felt the thrill of life, 

He offered up at battle's mart 

To end the deadly strife! 

that I had played that part, 
One cast of pitch-and-toss, 

That he alone played from the start — 

And I to mourn his loss. 

There on a field, without a name, 

He sleeps serenely on, 

Unmindful of this coming dawn, 

Unconscious of his fame. 

Democracy. 

Do no weep, I pray you. Lament not the fallen, for they 
did not fall in vain. Though they sleep on the breast of a 
land not their own, they do not rest in alien soil, for they are 
left in the faithful care of France, who holds the guarding of 
the glorious dead as a token of her sineerest friendship, her 
strongest bond of duty, and her most holy trust. 

Your loss is mine and Missouri's — a common burden. In 
the ranks of peace are many vacant places; it is your privilege 
and the privilege of all to perform the duties of comrades who 
will never return. Only by faithfulness to this trust can we 
pay the debt due these dead. In labor forget your sorrow, 
but ever cherish and hold sacred the living memory of those 
who. gladly giving all, made this sacrifice. 

This great country has not passed untouched through the 
agony of world strife ; but now is the midnight hour of the 
nations past, and the dawn of the new day brightens when 
there shall be a joining together of free peoples — the weak and 
the strong — in accordance with the divine plan of the Invinci- 
ble Mind, in unison and harmony. 

Missouri. 

1 welcome you with all my heart, and I give thanks to 
the Supreme Power that you are returned resplendent in the 
flush of victory. In honoring yourselves, you have honored 
me. 

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We have given much — our sons, our might, our blood. 
In all the years of war no enemy advanced a single pace 
beyond the frontier of freedom that you held. Some things we 
remember always. With the holding of that post you paid 
in part our honored debt to France. For days and nights 
I watched with narrowing eyes while you fought on with 
valorous France beside the bridges of the Marne. 

Now up in the valleys the peasants are tilling their humble 
gardens; the soil of the battle-grounds is richer than it used 
to be ; the scarred trees on the hillsides will be green again ; 
the larks have come back and are singing in the fields. Some- 
times at sunset the river runs red again. 

And as the peasantry of beloved France have turned back 
to the old life, return to your accustomed labors. Give the 
strength, the courage, the devotion to peace that you have 
given to war. Through suffering and sacrifice you have shed 
a new light on my emblazoned legend, found a finer meaning 
for "the safety of the people" — safety not for yourselves alon:\ 
but safety for all mankind. 

[In response to this exhortation, a processional is 

formed which is led from the scene by Missouri, Victory, 

and Democracy.] 



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EPILOGUE 

The Spirit op the Mississippi. 
For all wounds Time brings healing, old Time the physician, 
Even for war-scars. 
Already Missouri, in moment of triumph doffing Tier 

panoply, 
Throws all her strength into labors of peace. 
'Tis well that strife be forgotten, but may she forget not 
The new vision of duty learned in war-travail. 
As in the old days the sons of Missouri, 
Gave their lives freely to conquer the wilderness, 
To leave their children law as a heritage, 
So now the youths of a new generation 
Have proved themselves worthy of the great tradition. 
Though faint and far came the echoes of conflict, 
They heard the summons and, quick to obey it, 
Scorning to dwell in unshared security, 
Poured out their life treasure for mankind's ransom; 
With their blood they wrote a new creed for Missouri, 
The creed of world fellowship. 
They held high the torch that America lighted. 
To beacon the iva-y to new civilization 
When the safety of man 
Shall be the law of all nations. 

The Spirit of the Missouri. 
We, knowing the past, may have faith in the future. 
Life's course moves in cycles, a spiral ascending; 
Ever the soul of man reaches to higher levels 
Of nobler achievement and of wider vision. 
Slowly he moves, but his progress is upward. 
Now Missouri stands ready, clear-eyed and courageous 
To follow her destiny. 
Watchers are we through all the ages 
Of the pageant of man played here in the valley. 
We alone can interpret ivho have seen the whole pattern 
The years are weaving,' — 
We, the beholders. 

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MISSOURI 



A PAGEANT 
and MASQUE 



THE CAST 




PRESS OF COLUMBIA PRINTING CO 



A Kkxtuckiax : Dr. E. R. Clark. 

A Virginian: George H. Sabine. 

A Baptist Minister : Vincent Davis. 

A Methodist Minister : Ralph K. Watkins. 

A Stalwart Young American : J. B. Coppedge. 

The Town Crier: John H. Mueller. 

The Crier^s Boy: John Nardin. 

A Child: Peggy Clark. 

Pierre Chouteau: Dozier Gardner. 

Auguste Chouteau: George Simmons. 

Spanish Soldiers: Roscoe Walter. J. Mueller, W. Hoeflin. 
H. Trowbridge, F. V. Wells, L. C. Roberts, T. A. Anderson, R. 
W. Nil son. 



EPISODE III 

Nathaniel Patton: John C. Moffet. 

Captain Nelson: R. J. Ball. 

Thomas Hemstead: O. Anient. 

Benjamin Holliday: E. H. Decker. 

A Methodist Preacher: W. W. Gibbany. 

A Negro: Mills Wellsford. 

Town Crier: William Tisdel. 

Emigrants: Guy M. Maness, P. L. Warren, Harry 15. 
Shepard, W. C. Tingle. 

Negro Slaves : Cecil Coggin, Henry Walter, Walter 
Reese, Roy McQuitty, Channing Crane, Flossie Bell McDonnell. 

Indians: John H. S. Gall, Mona Brown, Helena Wrench. 

Townspeople: Mrs. W. W. Gibbany. Caroline Pickarcl, 
Buell Leopard. Helen Slavens, Elton M. Nichols, Harold Le 
Mert. 

Rivermen : E. C. Dysart, Charles Nutter, E II. Gorman. 
Evan Hammett. 

Group of Girls: Esther Lee Blankenship, Vesper Briant, 
Bernice Elmore, Opal Proctor, Helen Cruse, Bertie Lee Dorsey. 
Dorothy Dunlap, Zola Leadbetter, Ava Redman, Louise Helme. 
Aurolyn Hone, Hortense Slavens, Florence Windsor, ( rlenha 
Belle Lain. Clara Belle Cain, Virginia Boyd, Dorothy Means. 



EPIS( >DE 1\' 

General Kearney: Stanley Andrews. 
Colonel Doniphan: Leo Harried. 



Lt. Col. Jackson: Chester J. Peters. 

Major Clark: Carl C. Zimmerman. 

Capt. Elliot: J. I. Keith. 

Capt. Weightman : John 1). Drake. 

Capt. Reid : I Earry C. I .app. 

Capt. Fisher: Arthur ('. Fay. 

Mexican Messenger: Floris M. I lands. 

Soldiers and Messengers: A. B. Crawford and Wesley 
Moore. 

SOLDIERS: Company E.. R. O. T. C, University of 
Missouri: A. G. Anderson, Rex R. Bailey, George B. Berry. 
P. W. Bragg, F. B. Bridges, Karl P. Chesney, R. C. Coleman, 
R. Chomean. Kinnaird Duncan. Emmett C. Dysart, Jack W. El- 
wanger, Chas. E. Erh, Percy Feingold, R. M. Ford, J. H. 
Grower, J. G. Groves, Fred Gurlev, Joseph L. (kitting, E. E. 
Hall. H. D. Hankins, LeRoy H. Hays, V. M. Houston. E. How- 
cry, Rohert M. Kinney, Chester R. Lyle, Kirk P. McCrary, Dil- 
lard E. Mercer, John M. Mytton, Benjamin M. Orr, John A- 
Ost. Chas. J. Pray, E. R. Rademacher, Albert O. Ray, Joseph 
E. Slatten, Irving- G. Strauss, David N. Thompson, Edward S. 
Willis. H. P. Woodworth. Chalmers R. Wood. Carl E. Wolt- 
man . 

Captain — Bernard Von Hoffman. 

First Lieutenant — Lawrence W. DeMuth. 

Second Lieutenant — C. R. Johnson. 

(Company E. appears also in the Masque, and individuals 
from it in various other episodes.) 



EPISODE V 

SCENE ]. 

Colonel Carter: Frank II. Harris. 
Mrs. Carter: Mrs. W. K. Freudenberger. 
Randolph Hamilton: H. M. McPheeters. 

Mrs. Hamilton: Mrs. Boyd Speer. 
Sallie Hamilton: Jane Preston. 
Dr. Whalen : Sidney Rollins. 
Mrs. Whalen: Mrs. Herbert White. 
James Middlkton : Giltner Ingals. 
John Carter: Howard Rusk. 
Lawrence Carter : Albert Hillix. 
Thaddeiis Price: Frank Belden. 



Guests at Party : Miss Emma Cauthorn, Mrs. John 
Belcher, Mrs. L. D. Shobe, Miss Sallie Bedford, Mrs. Henry 
Reinhart, Mrs. Tom King, Dr. R. L. Lockridge, Lois Roherts, 
Lolita Hungate, Lucille Breckenridge, Margaret Williams, Dor- 
othy Dorcy, Beatrice Kehr, Bertha Kehr, Mahel Bandy, Mary 
McHarg, Lorine Jacohs, Lenore Casselman, Helen Challis, Hey- 
ward Soreman, Eugene Bowman, C .C. Barnett, Marion Martin, 
Marvin Cannon, Garland Russell. 

Confederate Youths: James S. Patton, Paul Keller, Ir- 
win F. Coyle, George S. Cairns, Paul Brown, Claude Bruner, 
Walter F. James, H. W. McCord, A. J. Mallinkrod,t Rohert 
C. Meador, W. J. Letts, R. M. Kinney, R. G. Kincaid. W. E. 
Johnson, R. B. Crutcher, Homer E. Brown, A. V. Ferry. 

Negroes: Roy McOuitty (a fiddler, Uncle Ham); Chan- 
ning Crane (Mose, another musician) ; Cecil Coggins (Boh, a 
negro servant). 

. scene [i. 

Colonel Ewing: George Hawn. 

Major Bingham: Woods Peters. 

Sarah Cox : Lois Ross. 

Martha Howell : Elizaheth Black. 

Bill Anderson : Carrall McCorkle. 

Second Guerilla : George S. Cairns. 

Third Guerilla : H. W. LeMert. 

Howell Children : Helena Wrench, Joe Randolph. 

Federal Squad : Ralph Ireland, Lowell R. Johnson, An- 
drew C. Norwnie, Erwin C. Ochsner, Franklin Card well, 
Charles R. Comhs, Alfred H. Fieth, Charles C. Tucker, Cor- 
poral. 

Guerillas: Frank Rea, W. R. Branch, Charles B. Kend- 
rick, Jack W. Bell, G. G. Boyd, W. R. Lewellen, W. L. Alellor. 
E. L. Wright, O. M. Gillaspy, E. L. Knipmeyer, B. W. Sim- 
ons, F. L. Sipe. 

SCENE HI. 

Gordon Bates: Rohert F. Schuette. 

William Howell: Milton Thompson. 

Procession : All the men of the other scenes. 

Thanks are due to Miss Frances Turk for telephoning, Mr. 
H. W. LeMert for making frames for banners, Mrs. M. C. Bar- 
nett for making Federal caps, Miss Mary J. Barnett for help 
on costumes, Mrs. John Pickard for Revolutionary sword, the 
U. D. C. for Confederate flags: and (for lettering banners) to 



Carl R. Gentry, Gerald Perry, James S. Patton, Charles A. Mill- 
man, Kenneth Roy, Max Kesterson, and Miss Ella Wyatt. 



TAPESTRY GROUP 

Frances Denny, Mona Brown, Lura Lewis, Frances Corlew, 
Hazel Huffman, Fay Johnnes, Louise Lacy, Wilhelmina Herwig, 
Helen Wrench, John H. Gall, William Tisdel, Channing Crane, 
Mills Wei Is ford." 

THE MASQUE 

The Spirit of the Missouri: Lois Ross. 

The Spirit of the Mississippi: R. D. F. Waye. 

Saint Louis: Howard A. Rusk. 

Plenty: Mildred Hudson. 

Missouri: Frances Denny. 

Democracy : Gerald C. Maddox. 

Prejudice: John C. Moffitt. 

A Priest: E. Paul Smith. 

A Pioneer: Cynthia Starr. 

A Winner of Statehood: Wilbur Maring. 

A Preserver of the State: Mrs. W. EC. Freudenberger. 

Victory: Mary Louise Brown. 

A Symbol Bearer: Caroline Pickard. 

THE ARTS OF PEACE 

Agriculture: Leader, Lena Brown. Richard Ball, D. H. 
Bray, Marguerite Crolton, Carl Moeller, H. A. Moore. Ray 
Mark Ruark. 

Labor: Leader, James Boyle. Louise Bostian, Caroline 
Collins, W. R. Crooks. P. W. McCormick, Artie Walters, M. 
B. Williams. 

Commerce; Leader, R. W. Elliott. C. X. Barry. Ruth 
Giffin, W. E. Johnson, Marjorie Loonie, H. H. Mason. Phyllis 
Thomas. 

Science: Leader, Georgia France, John Gilmore, Eliza- 
beth Weeks, Ella Wyatt. 

Education : Leader, Ella Jens. W. R. Branch, Margaret 
Smith, Chalmers Wood. 

PEOPLES OF THE WORLD 

Europe: Frances Zimmerman. Irene Christy, Fay Ost- 
ner. 

Asia: O. W. Bond. R. I). Chomeau, W. II. Conrad. A. 
H. Fieth. L. X. Leeds. 



Africa: Mary Hughes Damerall. W. R. Campbell, G. 
W. Robinson, Jr. 

Australia: Mary Hamil. Mary Lee Faris. 

South America: Esther Hill. Dorothy Dunn, Christine 
Gabel. 

Central America: Donald Whitcomb. 

Islands of the Sea : Ethel Tucker, Martha Cornish, Nancy 
George, Ruth Hagemann, Gertrude Weirs. 

The States : Doris Ambler, Madge Terry, Gladys Deacy, 
Laura Smith, Hildred Caywood, Genevieve Pierce, Erma Walker, 
Isabel Nason, Bernice Childs, Leila Shepard, Kathryn Reynolds, 
Mary Emma Terrill, Louise Harrington, Anna Laura Glazier, 
Mildred Cadle, Margerie Peabody, Bunny Walker, Lura Lewis, 
Frances Corlew, Hazel Hoffman. Fay Johannes, Louise Lacy, 
Wilhelmina Herwig. 

Civilians: Claudia Duncan, Virginia Noel. Anna Payne, 
Erma Walker, Alice White, C. R. Combs, E. L. Knipmeyer, 
Walter Lewellen. W .L. Mellor, E. L. Wright. 

Red Cross Nurses: Madge Terry, Mildred Cadle, Louise 
Harrington, Gertrude Weirs. 

Heralds : Ernest Garth, Robert Steele. 

Soldiers: Company E., R. O. T. C. (listed under Episode 
Three). 

Dancers: Mona Brown, Frances Dunwoody, Catherine 
Callahan, Zerelda Zoff, Laura Cox. 



ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 

The Parchment Guild wishes to thank the following people 
— and many others — for their assistance : 

Make-up, Mrs. Naana Lynn Forbes, Mrs. J. E. Wrench. 

Transparencies for the Civil War Episode, Miss Ida J. John- 
son. 

The Missouri Flag, made and lent by the Art Department 
of the State Teacher's College, Kirksville, Missouri. 

Costumes for Second Episode, Mrs. Ingalls, Mrs. Vilcs, Miss 
Marie Fowler, Miss Price, Ray Mary Ruark, Mrs. Schwab, Miss 
Erma Kesterson, Miss Frances Kinsman, Miss Henrietta Leake, 
Vincent Davis, Ralph K. Watkins, E. D. Lindsay, J. L. Murphy. 

Assistance in lighting, Harry D. Cantwell. 

Other assistance has been previously acknowledged, hut we 
have undoubtedly omitted some who have given invaluable help. 
These also we wish to thank. 



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